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Swirls

It wraps around my knees,
A swathe of cloth covered
With red, silver and white
Flowers, it feels like air,
Nothing really there but
Tickling my legs.
Every time I descend it brushes
The stairs behind me,
Just grazing the edge
Of the step.

It swirls like I imagine
Silk in a breeze, or magic
Sweeping through velvet.
Don’t you just love it?
Summer in a look, summer
In a feeling.